Summary: Newt and the reader stand as a six-year-old girl’s parents. Daddy Newt!
“Mommy!” a little girl started tugging on your shirt as you mended Chuck’s knee cut. “Unca Gally said Daddy and Unca Min’s gonna come back soon!”
A year ago, this little child, about five years old, came up in the Box, frightened to death. She took a liking to you, though, and started spending time with you and in extent – Newt. She had considered you her family ever since. She slept in a room next to yours and Newt’s, and helped with the little tasks in the Glade, like picking the fruits in the Gardens and tasting Fry’s food.
Although her name never came back to her, you named her Hope, because she gave the Gladers exactly that whenever they needed it.
“Yes, darling, stay put just a minute.” You laughed, cleaning up the excess medicine on Chuck’s knee then giving his shoulder a pat. “You’re all done, Chuckie, lay low on the running, will you?”
Chuck nodded reluctantly. “Yeah, only when Thomas ain’t around.” He muttered before heading for the door. “Thanks, Y/N!”
“You wanna go wait for daddy?” you smiled enthusiastically. She nodded eagerly. After a touching farewell between Hope and your co-workers, you went off to the Builders, who were essentially stationed nearest to the Maze.
Newt didn’t really like it when you and Hope went too close to the doors, so you settled for Gally’s station.
“Hey, sport,” Gally smiled, hiding his hammer someplace safe. “I’m guessing you’re not here for uncle Gally, but…” he mockingly pouted, opening his arms for the bubbly girl.
Hope laughed, wrapping her little arms around his neck. It was amazing to see how she brought out a whole different side of Gally. In fact, everyone in the Glade was different when she was around.
“Hey, Gal.” you smiled, taking a seat on one of the boxes.
“Hey, Y/N.” he gave you a tight-lipped smile back. He and Newt never got along, and although he had nothing against you, you two never had the chance to actually build a friendship since he and your boyfriend seemed to always go out of each other’s way to avoid the other. But since Hope seemed to have all the free time she could have, she would always walk around the Glade, getting to know everyone.
You watched the pair amusingly. Gally was showing Hope how he builds things, and he decided to make her a little chair. She was helping make the legs when her eyes widened at the Maze.
“Daddy!” she met Newt halfway, crawling her way up to his neck.
Newt looked horribly filthy, having just run the Maze, but he nuzzled his nose comfortably in the crook of Hope’s neck.
“I missed you, Daddy. You don’t come and play anymore.” You heard her say as Newt walked up to the Builders.
“Daddy missed you too, love.” He gave her one last squeeze before letting her pull him to Gally, chattering excitedly about her chair. She sat him on the crater next to you and showed him one of the legs she completed.
“That looks amazing!” he grinned, inspecting the leg. Although he hasn’t acknowledged you yet due to the girl’s enthusiasm, his arm snaked around yours tightly.
“Unca Gally taught me everything, Daddy!” she smiled, refocusing on her work.
Newt glanced at Gally, giving him a grateful smile before turning to you, letting the pair work.
“Hi.” He buried his forehead in the crook of your neck, kissing your collarbone.
“You smell like klunk, babe.” You giggle, leaning into his touch.
He hummed, continuing to leave butterfly kisses all over your neck and jaw until he pulled away moments after. “I’m gonna go clean up then, love, I’ll see you at dinner.” He pecked your lips and gave Hope a hug before running off.
Dinner didn’t come very long after, and Newt came all good as new. He sat Hope down on his lap, as usual, feeding her her usual mashed potatoes from Zart’s garden.
Once her plate was emptied and you three were spending time in the Deadheads, she leapt off his lap. “I’m gonna go to the Gardens, now, Daddy, can I?”
Newt’s eyes flitted to you before turning to her again. “You’re not staying with me to cuddle, then?” he sighed, wrapping his toned arms around her small figure, then tensing. “You’re quite a bit warm, darling.” He glanced at you, smirking. “We better find a Med-Jack somewhere, then, don’t we?”
“I suppose so.” You smiled mockingly, placing a hand on Hope’s forehead. “Daddy’s right, sweetheart. You just need to get to bed now, it’ll probably be gone in the morning. But that doesn’t mean you get to play right away the day after.”
Hope whined, falling on Newt’s chest. “Da-ddyyyyy, I promised Chuckie we’d play tag tomorrow!”
Newt kissed her hair. “How about you get some rest right now, Bub, so you can get enough rest and Mum will probably let you play tomorrow, yeah?”
Hope nodded, so you took her in your arms to allow Newt to get up – limp and all – and headed off to her bedroom. While you stroked Hope’s hair, Newt ran off to get some water – both to drink and to cool Hope’s forehead up.
Newt didn’t like it when you were outside the Homestead this late alone, so he usually made sure that the Gladers knew it. The first few weeks you shared a room, you tried to sneak off to the Deadheads. Apparently, Minho has been told of Newt’s disapproval, so being the light sleeper that he is, he usually stirs awake soon enough to catch you and force you back.
“This should be enough for the night.” Newt sighed, handing you the basin as he lifted the cup to Hope’s lips. You dipped your fingers in the cool, icy water then ran it across Hope’s hazel locks.
You did this for what felt like an eternity until you broke into a yawn, and Newt didn’t miss it.
“Get some sleep.” He commanded. “I’ll watch her.”
“No,” you shook your head, continuing working your hands in her hair. “you’re gonna do way more stuff tomorrow than I’ll ever do.”
“Doesn’t mean I’ll have you deprived as well, love. I’m anxious off my socks already, here.” He took the basin and placed it far from you and sat beside you on the edge of the bed, patting on his lap before placing a pillow on it. “Put your head here, come on.”
You sighed, leaning over to kiss his cheek. “Alby’ll kill me for making you stay up all night.” You shook your head again.
“I’ll have to kill Alby for killing you, then.” He said halfheartedly and pulled you down gently instead, and you couldn’t find the energy to sit back up.
“You spoil me too much.” You mumbled sleepily, your face against his stomach.
“I wouldn’t call it spoiling,” he responded, stroking your hair thus making you sleepier. “more like taking care of you like I should be.”
“I love you, Newt.” You wrapped your arms around his torso.
Newt’s last words before sleep took you were hard to make up. “As I love you.”
The Gladers’ morning chatter outside by the hammocks woke you the next day. You were still asleep on Newt’s lap, but Newt had fallen asleep as well, and had allowed himself to lay back on the bed but not without intertwining his fingers with yours.
Your first instinct was to check on Hope. She was still as warm as last night.
“Come back here.” Newt’s muffled words were barely audible.
“She hasn’t gotten better yet.” You sighed, walking back to the edge of the bed and falling into Newt’s waiting arms.
Newt stayed silent, embracing you until he spoke. “Looks like you’ve gotten it as well, love.” He cursed silently. “Should have had you sleep in the other buggin’ room. I’m so sorry.”
“It’s fine, really. I’m feeling normal.” You kissed his jaw. “Are you running today?”
Newt shook his head. “Alby will understand. Got to take care of my girls now, haven’t I?”
“I told you – I’m fine. I’m the Med-Jack here. And I say I’m okay.”
Newt scoffed. “I’m second-in-command, and I say the Med-Jack stays in bed.” He looked at you teasingly, his grip on your waist tightening.
“As long as said second-in-command stays as well, the Med-Jack is willing to compromise.”
“It’s bloody settled, then.”
“Good.” You sat up to straddle him, bending over to shower his face with kisses.
Newt put his hands up in surrender. “There is a child on the same bed we are performing our affections on.”
You gave him one last peck – which you felt him smile into – and plopped right back next to him.
“Go rest beside her,” he said, standing up. “I’ll go talk to Alby for a minute.”
As much as you wanted to continue “performing your affections”, you never got to stay awake long enough to see Newt come back, but you did wake up to him stroking your hair with his cool fingers and kissing your lips, nose, and forehead every now and then.
That is how your lanky, blonde, thick-accented boyfriend got around to taking care of you all-too-willingly, but really – it’s just another fruit of his unfathomable love for you and your growing Hope.